When
I was 3, I wanted to be a cat (though I unfortunately suffered from being
human).
When
I was 5, I wanted to play for Arsenal (though I'm terrible at football).
When
I was 8, I wanted to be a spy (though I based my future life entirely off James
Bond).
When
I was 10, I wanted to front a rock band (though I can't sing, dance, or play an
instrument).
When
I was 12, I wanted to be an author (though I get bored of anything I write
beyond 2000 words).
When
I was 14, I wanted to join the Peace Corps (though I realised the impact they
make is minimal).
Now
that I'm 17, I want to be a journalist (and yet I still feel conflicted about
it).
Ambition
has always seemed like a tricky issue – we have one life, and not everything we
want can be achieved through it. Beyond that, much of what we want simply may
be too difficult to achieve. Whether we like it or not, we have to do something
that will earn us money. I'll be honest: I have, on many separate occasions,
romanticised my future. The recurring vision of my future is me as an ex-pat,
moving from city to city, living beyond constraints, but I know that that
probably will not be the case.